A Return to the Flesh
14 ABY
Chapter 1: Trials Sand. It was every where, swirling, stinging where it flew under the robes. The individual caught in the storm was thanking the elements that it was only a sand storm and not a gravel storm.
Said person reached up and wiggled the goggles on their face. 'Too bad these filter lenses don't allow me to see through this hellish mess' they thought. Anger at the current situation spiked and the sand swirled more violently around the figure.
'Stupid Banthas. If it weren't for their rejection I wouldn't have to go through this secondary trial of passage. It's been three days since I have had water...
The thought trailed off ad gummy eyes blinked for focus. If it weren't for the storm, it would have been a clear night. As it was the figure made out a wavering light. 'Blessed Water, I'm home.' the sun baked mind thought,
As hallucinations went, it was a good one. The dehydrated person saw, through tinted goggles, a tent just in front of her. It was too undernourished to be alerted to the fact that this tent had a transparisteel window. Neither did it comprehend that the light that came from the other side of that window was artificial. Instead, due to the abuse it had been through, it refused to move it's owner one step further.
The Raider slid into the sand near the structure's wall. The abating storm covering the heap of robes in a deep layer of dust and sand. One last thought surfaced before darkness swallowed, 'Thanks to the Mother, I am safe.'
~First Dawn~
Jan Ors made her way through the streets on Mos Taike. "This place is bad," she whispered under her breath, "worse than that armpit Mos Eisley and it's only a quarter of the size."
"Which means the sooner you get what we came for, the sooner we leave." another's voice put in.
She was about to give a witty retort when a scream form nearby made her jump. "Damn, rats!" she muttered. Then it came again higher and more terrified. Much closer than before.
"That didn't sound like any rat, Jan. Does trouble follow you like a cloud or something?"
"Not now Katarn." She said as she glanced down an alley to her right. There was a small gang of men. A small head bobbed up and down against the wall. From what Jan could see, it was a girl of no more than thirteen years of age. The entire left side of the girl's face was a mass of purple and black bruising. Clothing hung off the child's body it tattered shreds.
"Hutt slime." she spat "I hate it when you're right Katarn." She switched off her commlink before he could answer.
She Pulled her blaster. "Boys, I suggest you all back off...now." to emphasize her point she leveled her blaster at the one nearest to her.
The girl slid from sight and a fourth man joined the first three. He was adjusting his clothing. An empty knife sheath was at his hip. "We were just on our way miss." The newcomer said with a sleazy grin.
They Pushed past Jan and proceeded to leave the alley. They never made it. Dulling indigo eyes flashed in anger. A sand whirl appeared out of the blue and threw them several hundred meters into the air. The bodies landed where they started with dull thuds and the sickening popping of breaking bones.
Jan looked at the child. The girl had passed out.
Chapter 1: Trials Sand. It was every where, swirling, stinging where it flew under the robes. The individual caught in the storm was thanking the elements that it was only a sand storm and not a gravel storm.
Said person reached up and wiggled the goggles on their face. 'Too bad these filter lenses don't allow me to see through this hellish mess' they thought. Anger at the current situation spiked and the sand swirled more violently around the figure.
'Stupid Banthas. If it weren't for their rejection I wouldn't have to go through this secondary trial of passage. It's been three days since I have had water...
The thought trailed off ad gummy eyes blinked for focus. If it weren't for the storm, it would have been a clear night. As it was the figure made out a wavering light. 'Blessed Water, I'm home.' the sun baked mind thought,
As hallucinations went, it was a good one. The dehydrated person saw, through tinted goggles, a tent just in front of her. It was too undernourished to be alerted to the fact that this tent had a transparisteel window. Neither did it comprehend that the light that came from the other side of that window was artificial. Instead, due to the abuse it had been through, it refused to move it's owner one step further.
The Raider slid into the sand near the structure's wall. The abating storm covering the heap of robes in a deep layer of dust and sand. One last thought surfaced before darkness swallowed, 'Thanks to the Mother, I am safe.'
~First Dawn~
Jan Ors made her way through the streets on Mos Taike. "This place is bad," she whispered under her breath, "worse than that armpit Mos Eisley and it's only a quarter of the size."
"Which means the sooner you get what we came for, the sooner we leave." another's voice put in.
She was about to give a witty retort when a scream form nearby made her jump. "Damn, rats!" she muttered. Then it came again higher and more terrified. Much closer than before.
"That didn't sound like any rat, Jan. Does trouble follow you like a cloud or something?"
"Not now Katarn." She said as she glanced down an alley to her right. There was a small gang of men. A small head bobbed up and down against the wall. From what Jan could see, it was a girl of no more than thirteen years of age. The entire left side of the girl's face was a mass of purple and black bruising. Clothing hung off the child's body it tattered shreds.
"Hutt slime." she spat "I hate it when you're right Katarn." She switched off her commlink before he could answer.
She Pulled her blaster. "Boys, I suggest you all back off...now." to emphasize her point she leveled her blaster at the one nearest to her.
The girl slid from sight and a fourth man joined the first three. He was adjusting his clothing. An empty knife sheath was at his hip. "We were just on our way miss." The newcomer said with a sleazy grin.
They Pushed past Jan and proceeded to leave the alley. They never made it. Dulling indigo eyes flashed in anger. A sand whirl appeared out of the blue and threw them several hundred meters into the air. The bodies landed where they started with dull thuds and the sickening popping of breaking bones.
Jan looked at the child. The girl had passed out.
